Raineh Daze

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Predictably, the fight had gone about as well for the outnumbered demon as could have been expected--even with two of them sitting out of it, though she doubted that an author would be much use in a fight, he was still hopelessly outmatched simply by being unable to fully focus on the sword fight. There was a use in his continued life--someone so obliviously acting as the most stereotypical villain possible was quite amusing. He also seemed the sort likely to lead her to some further source of magical power to hold a spell or two in reserve.

Though it had taken him some time, he'd come to the natural crux of the matter--they were manifestly in a different world. The incongruous appearance of a certain Hans Christian Andersen was a clue, whilst his lack of actually demonic features was another. Even the child's staff was something beyond the ability of all but a select few to create--and given that Chao was explicitly from the future and there wasn't a pactio in sight, it had to come from somewhere else. If they had been brought to another world, with no idea how or why, then it was a bad idea to go killing each other off until they knew how to get home.

It would be a shame to find the method but realise that one of the components needed had been dead for weeks.

Thus, to Mordred, the completely unexpected vision of her Master coming in from out of seemingly nowhere, having produced an iron fan, and knocking the killing blow aside. Not that it was time for Menomaru to get too comfortable, with the vampire still having her fist cocked and a free shot.

"As much as a third-rate villain like yourself should normally die around this point of the story, where the hero has shown what they can do, you're right about being in another world. We might need you alive for everyone to get back but if you won't co-operate then..."

---

Asterios certainly couldn't have explained the difference between an alchemist and a magus before, with the blonde's sudden alteration of the trees around them only raising further questions. To him, it was magic all the same and the hope that he'd be able to establish her as a Master before the situation became unspeakably dire. Already, it was starting to be something of a concern despite his lack of exertion; Servants just weren't meant to exist without some form of magical sustenance...

Sitting on the ground, the famous monster waited for his turn to introduce himself. Ah... maybe he could make a better impression than when his Master had summoned him, and actually give a name--his name, not that hated moniker.

"As...terios..."

---

As if her current situation wasn't enough of a problem, it got even stranger when a man just stepped out of the air in front of her. No glowing symbols, no warning--just appearing in a way that mirrored her own arrival but far more controlled. There was only one group that she knew of to have anything like those abilities but that didn't mean he was hostile... still, just in case, the girl kept a grip on the relic fragment as she walked towards Ben.

"Excuse me, are you an alchemist?"

Bullet Princess: A Group-Based Magitech Fantasy RP

Why is it so hard to grasp that fantasy with some magitech influences is the desired outcome and not

"BEHOLD, AN INEXPLICABLY ANCIENT SORCERER ROBOT".

Also, you spelled arcane wrong.

Bullet Princess: A Group-Based Magitech Fantasy RP

• Name: Raktai, Scourge of Sea and Sky, First Pirate of the Heavens
• Age: ??
• Gender: Female
• Race: Crinitian
• Appearance

  
• Personality: It is safe to say that the default attitude demonstrated by Raktai is not one that would normally go along with a pirate of such fearful reputation. She seems to quite simply be too ditzy and easily distracted to terrorise a puppy, let alone the world's shipping lanes. The quest for booze is definitely piratical, but mostly she seems to be too busy flirting and collecting rare books to actually plunder and pillage. It's easy enough for those she's allowed to be passengers to find themselves lulled into a sense of security and dismiss all the stories they've heard...
  Yet when it comes to actually being a pirate, the joviality and absent-mindedness can be gone in a flash. When plunder is at stake or her life at risk, it's quite clear how the normally laid-back wolf can be the merciless terror of the tales. Of course, she'd still rather leave her enemies alive--most of them--and simply scared out of their wits. Not out of sentimentality but because, of course, someone needs to spread the news--and it's much better if your targets don't fight back out of fear.
• Skills: Even in an age of magitech vehicles, robots, and magical guns, Raktai retains a distinctly antiquated skillset at heart--ropes, sails, on-the-spot carpentry to hold everything together... her preference is definitely for a sailing ship than one relying on magic or complicated technology to any large degree. Her approach to conflict follows throw with this low-tech and low-magic philosophy: she prides herself on being the best with a pistol there is. Reloading, trick shots, aiming quick--what she can do with flintlock pistols would have anyone else expecting some sort of magical aids or at least a more advanced weapon. Where guns fail, her brawling skill can back her up, or even a cutlass or sabre is more than sufficient to keep the common soldiery at bay.
  She's also got astonishingly good handwriting for a pirate. Must be all those illuminated tomes she's tried to copy over time.
• Abilities: Seemingly, none at all, aside from skill beyond reason at such mundane tasks.
• Equipment: Aside from her trusty pistols--quite normal, if displaying some alarming Ship of Theseus tendencies with how many parts have been replaced from wear and tear--Raktai, of course, has a ship as a pirate captain: The Huntmaster, a small, nimble seafaring vessel... outfitted since with enough magitech to reinforce its frame against the stresses of flight and, of course, the means to do whilst retaining its nautical abilities. Though quite sparsely armed--it's not meant to engage against military vessels, after all--it's got far more cannon than the merchant vessel it must have originally been. It helps that the cannons are now magical in nature and thus, less prone to the dangers of gunpowder.
  She wants to work out how to send it under the water as well. There's got to be more monsters to hunt in the abyss...
• Brief History: The legend of Raktai stretches back long before Yeln, when the main way to travel between distant places was to walk really, really far or to take a boat. In those heady days, she was but one pirate amongst many, but bold and without fear, coming to prominence for both her tendency to meet resistance harshly--and a fantastical grudge against the immense beasts of the sea. Defeat of the mighty leviathan was what cemented her reputation for all time, as was her uncanny ability to escape attempted military crackdown--or personally fight the way out of them.
  Both ship and captain were amongst the first--if not the first--to take to the air, making sure that there was no way that any commerce would ever be free of the terror of piracy. This took a somewhat more heroic bent during Yeln's time--Raktai obviously taking issue with their treatment of her people. But with the Empire down, her interest in privateering for Tinnec is over and it's back to the good old ways of going after anyone with valuable cargo or that which takes her interest.
  Of course, once the full timeline of Raktai's activities is analysed, it's quite clear that something is amiss--the captain herself could clearly never have lived so long, and yet she looks to be in the prime of her life. Whether it's a title passed down or something stranger is hard to tell, given how embellished stories about pirates get...

Bullet Princess: A Group-Based Magitech Fantasy RP

PIRATE, HO.

... supposed to be a protagonist, I think? Anno's been telling me there's room for one.

PIRATE

• Name: Raktai, Scourge of Sea and Sky, First Pirate of the Heavens
• Age: ??
• Gender: Female
• Race: Crinitian
• 
• Personality: It is safe to say that the default attitude demonstrated by Raktai is not one that would normally go along with a pirate of such fearful reputation. She seems to quite simply be too ditzy and easily distracted to terrorise a puppy, let alone the world's shipping lanes. The quest for booze is definitely piratical, but mostly she seems to be too busy flirting and collecting rare books to actually plunder and pillage. It's easy enough for those she's allowed to be passengers to find themselves lulled into a sense of security and dismiss all the stories they've heard...
  Yet when it comes to actually being a pirate, the joviality and absent-mindedness can be gone in a flash. When plunder is at stake or her life at risk, it's quite clear how the normally laid-back wolf can be the merciless terror of the tales. Of course, she'd still rather leave her enemies alive--most of them--and simply scared out of their wits. Not out of sentimentality but because, of course, someone needs to spread the news--and it's much better if your targets don't fight back out of fear.
• Skills: Even in an age of magitech vehicles, robots, and magical guns, Raktai retains a distinctly antiquated skillset at heart--ropes, sails, on-the-spot carpentry to hold everything together... her preference is definitely for a sailing ship than one relying on magic or complicated technology to any large degree. Her approach to conflict follows throw with this low-tech and low-magic philosophy: she prides herself on being the best with a pistol there is. Reloading, trick shots, aiming quick--what she can do with flintlock pistols would have anyone else expecting some sort of magical aids or at least a more advanced weapon. Where guns fail, her brawling skill can back her up, or even a cutlass or sabre is more than sufficient to keep the common soldiery at bay.
  She's also got astonishingly good handwriting for a pirate. Must be all those illuminated tomes she's tried to copy over time.
• Abilities: Seemingly, none at all, aside from skill beyond reason at such mundane tasks.
• Equipment: Aside from her trusty pistols--quite normal, if displaying some alarming Ship of Theseus tendencies with how many parts have been replaced from wear and tear--Raktai, of course, has a ship as a pirate captain: The Huntmaster, a small, nimble seafaring vessel... outfitted since with enough magitech to reinforce its frame against the stresses of flight and, of course, the means to do whilst retaining its nautical abilities. Though quite sparsely armed--it's not meant to engage against military vessels, after all--it's got far more cannon than the merchant vessel it must have originally been. It helps that the cannons are now magical in nature and thus, less prone to the dangers of gunpowder.
  She wants to work out how to send it under the water as well. There's got to be more monsters to hunt in the abyss...
• Brief History: The legend of Raktai stretches back long before Yeln, when the main way to travel between distant places was to walk really, really far or to take a boat. In those heady days, she was but one pirate amongst many, but bold and without fear, coming to prominence for both her tendency to meet resistance harshly--and a fantastical grudge against the immense beasts of the sea. Defeat of the mighty leviathan was what cemented her reputation for all time, as was her uncanny ability to escape attempted military crackdown--or personally fight the way out of them.
  Both ship and captain were amongst the first--if not the first--to take to the air, making sure that there was no way that any commerce would ever be free of the terror of piracy. This took a somewhat more heroic bent during Yeln's time--Raktai obviously taking issue with their treatment of her people. But with the Empire down, her interest in privateering for Tinnec is over and it's back to the good old ways of going after anyone with valuable cargo or that which takes her interest.
  Of course, once the full timeline of Raktai's activities is analysed, it's quite clear that something is amiss--the captain herself could clearly never have lived so long, and yet she looks to be in the prime of her life. Whether it's a title passed down or something stranger is hard to tell, given how embellished stories about pirates get...

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP) — Take 2!

Had Ozymandias had the good sense to not insult Nero from within her own Reality Marble, he might have found his lasers to be having substantially more effect on the beast. Instead, having chosen to try and upstage the theatre's owner, it was striking back at him... insuring that the Emperor would be able to shine to her fullest ability. By the same token, the theatre was reshaping, altering to deny the beast the advantage it so craved. Specifically, sluices opened in the walls of the theatre, draining it faster than it could possibly be filled--though to where the water flowed was a question best not thought about too hard.

"You truly believe that you can outshine the Flower of Olympia in her own theatre? You are a bold one to make such a claim, but here, in this theatre of gold and the sea breeze on the air... none can shine more brightly than I!" Nero claimed, stepping forwards and firmly angling her sword. It seemed unlikely that the small girl would be able to outdo the other Saber in swordplay even in the best case scenario, but here it was even easier for her to operate as style demanded, not practicality.

A line of flames ran up the embryonic flame, and Nero moved--not really a traceable slash; one second the near side of the beast, and the next standing beyond it, sword in hand. It spun, once, flaming sword clicking against the ground with nary a trace of having actually done anything.

Then, in her wake, a line of exploding flame.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP) — Take 2!

The sound of Nero's wounded pride, it seemed, was something between a growl and a squeak as her course was corrected--entirely unnecessarily, she felt; there was no need to take the conservative line that the Rider was pushing for. The ship would be able to take the stresses, she was certain of it! There was only a small chance of being sucked into the icy depths and if they could stay afloat for a few seconds, the other Saber could come along for everyone to pile on top of.

Though maybe that would be a bit hard to manage. Fortunately, the Legatus had come running back, so if they did fall in, nobody would stay in the water for long.

Of course, with her arrival came warnings of a beast beneath them, in the water where their lack of arrows, harpoons, magical spells, or nautical beasts of their own would leave them completely unequipped to fight it off and avoid getting devoured. "I would have preferred to save this sight for something more impressive, but circumstances have forced my hand."

The passing breeze carried with it a scent of rose petals for only a second--and then the world was shifted. Gone was the sea, the ship that they had sailed upon. Only the Servants stood upon the stage in the immense theatre as petals fluttered in the air. Out in the seats sat the baffled pirates, the old man, and even their Master and the magus. Opposite them was what could only be described as a whale... thing.

A bit too large to effectively take out with but a sword, all things considered, at least with the style that such august surroundings demanded.

"Umu! Praefectus, Legatus, now that you have been brought to my stage, show me what you can do!"

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

I'm pretty certain there is.

Fate/esoterica

The magus gave her Servant a look as he went on a tangent about food. Really, couldn't she have summoned him as anything but Berserker? Well, she wasn't expecting him to have been any more reasonable an associate in those cases... simply one displaying an attention span longer than ten seconds. Still, the blonde had a good point on breakfast; Johanna was an incapable cook and her planned meal had been handed out to their current allies last night. But of course the class was coming back to be a pain from another avenue...

A minute passed as she rummaged around in luggage for something, coming out with a suit inexplicably in mint green--with a garishly decorated floral shirt, held at arm's length despite by all appearances being pristine. "I hope the size won't be a problem?"

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP) — Take 2!

"Most impressive..." the smaller of the two blondes said, watching her doppelganger leap off the ship... and not drown as most people would when attempting to swim whilst wearing notable amounts of heavy armour and particularly oversized gloves. Instead she ran off into the storm to... fight it? Could she do that? It was a powerful holy sword, for certain, but probably not powerful enough to change the weather...

Regardless, Nero had to keep up flagging spirits on the ship--and launched into a sea shanty. For once, her singing (to other people) could be described as passable, because all that really mattered was keeping in time. Now, her choice of song might have left something to be desired; a plain day's sailing was the very opposite of what this entailed. Particularly with the blonde's guidance steadily tipping them straight for one of the whirlpool's fringes--seeing its currents, and the winds, pointing them in the right direction. If anything in the water was out to get them aside from the sudden storm, it had to be the best evasive manoeuvre, to boot!

---

There were limits to optimism, which were quite evident with the creaking of timbers and the unsteady motions of the ship around her showing that the Saber had indeed guided them full-sail into the maelstrom. She was confident that the Servants would manage to avert complete disaster... well, for them, if not for the crew. But that promised days adrift on timbers... and no answer to the question of what this out of place boat was. Still, maybe she could answer that by more thorough structural analysis whilst hoping to not be sunk...

Instead, a call came through as the white-haired magus sat down, leaning against the fortunate berth Bethany was in, from the other Master--a progress report and an offer of materials.

"On our end, we have set out to aid Medusa's sisters, receiving a too-new ship to do so and crewing it with pirates. Unfortunately, Nero seems to have chosen to sail us through a storm instead of wait it out," she said, voice far more even than her desire to be very much anywhere else merited, "But if you could save me a sample of all the materials, it would be appreciated. In particular, I think that the spinal column and brain matter of a phantasmal beast may be of use in electronics systems."

Harvesting the peripheral nervous system was probably beyond them with normal tools.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

Even after the other two had gone inside to eat and even when her arm had healed. Maybe the comparison with Elionne was a useless one to the newcomers in the order? They couldn't know that she meant them to rise to match themselves against the most graceful combatant she had ever encountered, to sharpen their skills as normal knights rather than comparing themselves with her style based on overbearing physical force. It was something that she found hard to relate to the modern knights on.

Delicate fingers reached up to scarf, tightening it as she headed for the chapel and her armour. To the current knights, Elionne would be just a story, an idealised heroic figure without flaw. They wouldn't have remembered her as a talented but untrained peasant girl, an oversleeping messy eater moving in social circles that she had no understanding of. Even by the end, her manners were far from the perfection etiquette tutors would demand, and she ate more than anyone else she'd ever met. But to all these knights, just a story.

Tyaethe hesitated at the chapel doors, looking over her shoulder at the moon still hanging low in the sky, washed out by the early morning sun. Had anyone been nearby, they might have heard one muttered question: "But why did you leave me?"